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the; ticking or guilt 

In a class of real estate fundamentals that my wife and I took., there was taught the concept of "highest and 
best use of " a piece of property. That dictated the fate of much local real estate, whether it was to be 
left as raw, as housing, as commercial, or as agriculture. 

In a way the highest and best use of "time" in the iiemer household that spawned me held a similar value 
dictated largely by Dad and his large railroad pocket watch. His famous words to us at the end of many 
meals was, "Well, Boys, let's 60 to work." And off to tractors, balers, combines, strawberry fields, forests, 
and livestock, we went. He was a Cancer--a water sign, and some of us boys and I\Iom were Leos, or fire 
signs. Imagine the mixture/ But we were, and are still, workaholics. 

As we oot older, Dad used to say, supported by lyiom, I'm convinced, "If jou boys stick, around the farm 
(when the trend was to leave the farm and find work, in a factory or |oin the military) and help 'the old man/ 
I'll see to it that jou get a college education." Comma from those lips -a seventh -orade achiever -made them 
seem beyond our reach. But IVlom's own 

colleoe education and career as an educator backed this value in her quiet way. On rare occasions he even 
kept us out of school to do field work.. You can onjy auess the dismay we felt as our bus mates rode by our 
Tarm with smiles on their faces, while we had hoes in our hands. I\ly therapist drives a Jac^uar by now. 

Dad disliked lazy peop|e~"lazy bastard" beingone of his oft -used expressions. He also imparted, "Any man 
who'll lie to jou will steal from jou." Beina lazy was equivalent to stealing time away from someone else- 
family chores or employer. Dad's watch kept the time for us to start and stop work in the fields. "Well Boys, 
it's time to 60 to dinner" (noon meal) or "It's time to quit and 60 to supper," or "It's time study or gp to bed." 
"An idle mind is the devil's workshop." 

The built trip I would experience--|on$> before guilt -free potato chips arrived-about my use of time in college 
or in later life never dawned on me then. If I'm lion -productive, I may as well be in jail for theft of service. 

And so with the homespun commandments of Dad Xiemer, we matured, and Richard, Rodney, 
Robert, and David iiemer earned university educations. Our parents put no restrictions on where 
we could attend college--we could even leave the state of Oreoon to do so. And so, off to uni- 
versities went four joung workaholic teenaoers: known in the dining, hall as waiters, in the library 
as reference workers for other students doine research, in the faculty wing as teachers' proofread- 
ers and paper graders, on campus security working the night watch rounds, on campus mainte- 
nance keeping the campus up and running, or tutoring and reading to si6ht -impaired students. 

We were in school plays and musical groups but reflected not on the value of leisure to rebuild 
ourselves other than what we acquired through sleep and rest. I remember wanting to study 
voice lessons with a retired opera singer in. Dad said I could, but I'd have to pay for them 



myself,- ( raining ( he voice didn't hold a candle to playinga guitar or another "real" musical instrument. Moreover, (he 
guitar-toting troubadour sweeping I tuough Sandy se||in6 acoustic and electric guitars with twenty lessons convinced 
Dad that boys our aye should be plaviny Hawaiian or Spanish guitars. Once during! he local Sandv Strawberry 
festival Dad sufficiently convinced the manager ol a traveling amusement group thai my brother and I could pio\ ide 
excellent accompaniment to his menj-gp-roiind. Rodney and I sat on chairs surrounded by sawdust and snii lino hors- 
es and placed electric steel Hawaiian guitars while pec»p|e threw in money years belore t|\ is Presley became famous. 
Promoter Dad was pleased. 

But picking berries on Alma fiances fields' farm garnered me cash to use for summer afternoon lessons for what I con- 
sidered my instrument -my 14-year old voice. What all that early work also generated was a sa\ inos for me of 
$456.00 put away in the Clackamas County Bank to paj my tuition. The first semester's university tuition was 
exactjy $45G.OO, so I was on my waj financing, my own education. Dad and Mom's financial aid kicked in as a 
supplement without our knowledge of Perkins or Stafford loans or giants. I busied myself with academics and campus 
work. By spring I wanted to sing in the opera chorus for a large-scale production of "Faust." Don't remember if I 
asked permission or not. Having been nicknamed "frenchie" in high school and winning I he Prix d'Honneur came in 
handy for coaching the rest ol the opera chorus in their lines. But rehearsals and performances ate into my time. How 
would I cope with the guilt of being recreational and not pioducth e? 

Later with three sons in college, Dad used to say, "We borrowed $|Z ,000.00 to put_you kids through college." I 
reminded him of that oft -repeated statement jears later when he visited us in PeniisyU ania, and I did get out my 
checkbook, asking, "How many zeros should I put after this number to pay you back part or all of that $1Z ,OOOT 

"Put away_your checkbook,- I don't want jour money," came (he response from a fatherly head. With that he pulled 
out his wallet and said, "]\lom and I sold some land and we're giving each ol you boys some of the money. All ol you 
helped clear the land." In my living loom I saw $100- and $50-dol|ar bills peel out o\ his hand with a smile. Was 
my dad learning to enjoy the fruits of his labor without laboring any more? Was he learning to play? To relax? I 
was astounded but graciously accepted the $800.00. 

"Where did you keep this money when_yon traveled from Oregon io Pennsylvania?" I asked. 
"In a tin can under the front seal of the lord," Dad said. 

We four itiemer boys knew our dad invented the concept "work. It was a relief to see some of it now tempered with 
generosity. Taking him grocery shopping was rewarding. He could always pull money out of his pocket to paj a bill 
faster than any of us married sons could. "Vow money is ho good," he'd say. "Mine is." IVIiisI close,- it's time for 
class, or did someone say "Recess"? 

Dr. Richard C. Ifciemer 



Artwork by 
John Campbell 




Pltcto by Reitee WtcKfwuw 
THE BIRDCAGE 



lt' E Sot AM .» A« mo « TfoH 

Ancf Aggies Elf for their evom Until 
In f-fistory on(/ T^orosit ology* 
cSuf if could just os eosify be 
r*oiy S>ei or Sociology© 

CI/oTcn these Aggies os they write, 
Concentrof ing witn oil their might, 
frying to coplute wort/s on o froqe 
tre they re o moments thought of ogel 

Of oil these stuuents I help toroefor 
A few rei/ere me os ' Doctor©" 
O'er -forty stutfents here I know 
On whom this College ivill bestow 



-A cfirjlomo fc 

Gi/nien they've noo on nogs or dorses, 

Cows or oees, bio or cheese, 

Hue do, ogronomy, chem, or frees:© 

■A. Tew seem so well re/oveo 

Vou'f/ think they never bo<f the academic boom 

Lowei-Ci on their botes 

From birtb to oofe© 

Still otbers sfruggfe to get their best 

fn tbot exx»m book for tbe test 

CiVhich nofJs them in sucb rotot ottention 

Thot fbey writbe, oblivious to off f/istrocfion 

though they're not drafting Congressionof T^ecortfs, 
Iheir rjencils tousn with one oeeor//© 

Guess I got jealous of their eomtoosin' 
And to keep myseff from f/ozin 
Grobbeu my ben to ivrite 
^Vno shore o moc/ieum of their blight© 



REFLECTIONS, MAY 13, 1973 

Dr© rVichorC" Co ^iemer, rVofessor 
CnofVmon ot Liberof Arts 



Spuing TmUws 

In the bhwomiQ appBetoee 

A (jetkij gcMJiucit 

lUfwto dweetify and ctoi£tj: 

Decked in a fctigkl gefcu taiucwil, 

He deed mi wdad 

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The Land 

This crisp fall of two thousand four, 

looking out from the Hort Building second floor 

Where Dave first entered class with a humorous roar 

(from the iron balcony through the trees 

I spy a vista that catches my eye) 

Across SEPTA's path the pastoral fall night is aglow 

with the bright lights as beacons from the condos by the row 

Row after row hitherto animals, pasture, peaches and corn 

now with asphalt and vinyl that land is adorned. 

Good neighbors are they? 

"You must not spray!" 

Good neighbors are they? 

"Hey, the awful smell by the way!" 

Not to lament, there is still a view 

Unfortunately it arises from them to you 

There's no space to wander 

or private places to ponder 

To ramble aroimd with students and do our teaching 

To stand with nature and do our preaching 

My daydream fades as I return to my senses 

Glad that I am able to see past the fences 
Where fields are open, well used and in place 
conflict at the rural-urban interface 



-Dr. Neil Vincent 









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Sou aood&ue to a (Lett frUend 

Sou aood&ye to a confidant 

Sou aoodtUfe to a pneciout tout 

1 at&ed mutet^ time and aaain 

*Whu uou mutt yo acvtiu 

&ave me here m thit fiiuce 

^hinhiua o£ cfou atuuzut 

Ait atone without (fou 

Oh how- much 1 mitt, mitt cfou 

tyou cvene atwaut mene cvhen 7 needed uou 

Hhnouah ati the timet v" needed uou 

Someone cvAo tvoutd never taM, wick, 

(^omlonted me without tvondt 

Ait atone cvithout cpou 
Oh how much v" mitt,, mitt uou 

tyou cvene one en- a mittiou 

tiuiaue uet indeed 

tyou ataued &u mu tide atwaut 

tyau neve% judged me even once 

Att atone cvithout uou 
Oh how much V* mitt, mitt Cfou 

^t't aoina to &e tonetu. hene &u myself 

Sut y" mutt not frnyet ait the aaod timet 

Att the £un eve had 

Ihe mancf. hafcfiu memoniet 

And how cyood uou tveie to me 

Hhat it cvhu 1 huow uou tvitt atwaut Ce dote to 

mu heait 

So aoodifye. mu friend 

Sect jutt £or now 

"par v" cvitt iee uou aaatu Cu heaven 

And a&ove ait ette 

y" hnocv you tviii atwaut &e in mu heaxt 

forever and untii we end 




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Che ftorm nom rolling in, 

H)e'll mait no longer, ujf tljrcc, me, 

anb bolblp lap ourfclbef 

Iicforr tl)t mcrcp of the tea. 

1)ouj far to go, an emptp gueff, 

We'll knoUj Inben me arriuc. 

Chen flap, toill me, anb brink anb loot, 

anb mapbr leabe alibe. 

jfor nom, tfjr tea, me ronccntratr, 

Imlbing the Ibip afloat. 

iDiill piercing mabrl likr kniucf through men, 

©r tatrifitial goat. 

€>ur golbm beftination lief 

3ln trratnrr buricb beep. 

©f ftriking rich, a jult rrmarb, 

jfor tueckf of lacking flecp. 

jfinallp, a fight to bebolb, 

ILanb trrlting biftant mabcf, 

jgatibcf fecn mill foon lap rrlt 

3)n future natibr grabrf. 

©nmarb nom, to barren fborr, 

Wt'll brink up, mr three, mr, 

Co eclebratr our conquering 

Cl)t mcrrp of tljr tea. 

ilom lap bourn tlir mooben ramp, 

iuiibcl braton mitl) guul at banb, 

Wt makr our map bp trrafurr map 

acroff the iflanb fanb. 

Slfar the riling fmokr, 

beginning tignal of a qucft, 

Co obrrtakr anb tuagcr mar 

Will) natibe tribal gurft. 

Ran mf quicklp tomarb the fire, 

While iflanbrrf lap mait. 

iHmbufl) founb left bouble bomn, 

Banger Iren too late. 

IDe three piratel nom to one, 

S baileb to later grounb, 

anb off to tea, the mounbeb fliip, 

a (etonb iournep bounb. 

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31 bopage inft to fea, 

anb tbrom hip bobp obcrboarb, 

3if i»ou mill, a inutiiip. 

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3Dut tmo if on the thirb, 

ilom off 31 go, to make uf mliole, 

ib\v boice again be bearb. 

Jfrar not, frUotu piratef, 

Wll [tap together, mr three, me. 

at me bnft atop the lurfacr 

at the inercp of tlir tea. 



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Jfzaaa/aae aaze fz? fee/, za/zafdaazha zz/z z'szdzde. . . 



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Tor the CittCe TeopCe 



To seafe-the highest mountain, 
To swim the widest sea, 
T*hese things areat men have done 
(But this is not for me. 

To he a hero of the worfd, 
To set a nation straight, 
These things great men have done 
(But this is not my fate. 

To feada simvfe, (sjodfy fife 
'Andfove aff things 1 see, 
T'his is just for (ittfe men - 
Like you and you and me. 



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-Cfieryf 'Munizza ' 



YOUTH CRIES OUT 

To 



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For Iranian rigJaf s and liberty., 



And see tne tears 
Kail irona men mot young in years « 

Alone I stand 

A.nd see tne crowds 

l^Valk tne streets witn rarougned brows 

Alone I stand 

Tlo lace tne world, 

A flag flies over me unfurled. 

Alone i stand 



ne sky, 
I see our flag and wonder<=wny , 



Ale 

1^/itn Him. at nand 
And now alone no more 1 stand- 

i nave not nracli strengtn 
And little skill, 



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Tne world a better place will be 
For Iranian riglits and liberty 

-Gtaeryl Menizza 



Lost Vision 

My friends see the world in a cloud of darkness. 

Political injustice over men towers. 

But had I one moment to see, 

In my sight would be the sweet spring flowers. 

My friends see the world in a cloud of darkness. 

The cord of trust between men undone. 

But had I one moment to see, 

In my sight would be the glowing morning sun. 

My friends see the world in a could of darkness. 
No discussions -- instead, shameful words fly. 

But had I one moment to see, 
In my sight would be the velvet -evening sky. 

My friends see the world in a cloud of darkness. 

They cry, "Where is our wealth from this fertile sod?" 

But had I one moment to see, 

I' d close mt eyes and thank God. 

-Cheryl Munizza 



Pfwfo By ReuicK Dwiifp 



Housewives Sr Husbands 

A i^urdKed years have aged my heart 

But by the calendar 

Only 6 weeks. 

Where is the sun 

I used to see every day? 

Why arp the seasons blurry 

That once were clear? 

Housewife, how can you complain 

Of 3 mpa's a day, 

Shoes OLrt. o^ place, 

Or dispan hands, 

When ' wait 

Eagerly 

To hear his voice ca" my nar^p? 

As he lights dirt 

And hpat on "foreign soil, 

I ?r^ here 

Alone - 

Envious of you 

Who cor^p'ain of husbands. 

-Cheryl JVunteza 




BEHOLD THE HUSH OF LIFE 

JoeJaoM tike nusn ©1 liie 
icre leet tread noiselessly tlirougli empty dreams; 
1 nose dreainns tliat once connected two lonely Jaearts, 
INow cruslied under tlie burden ol strife 

Wliere liands grope out ior a slender bit 01 Jkope 

Out all tney lind are ugly nanies 

Forcing tlieni back to tne inner snelL 

Last ray ox nope gone, 

Wnere screani of tlie poor are muffled in tike ooze ol luxury 

A.nd tike barrier between people grows 

Witik every brick ol dislkonestiy laid, 

I lie JnusJh ol lire is not deatlk 

Out tlie trutJk realism. ox living. 

A life sinotlkered over by well done 

Verses ol goody<=goody nien. 

Liie is not wJkat you see day by day, 

out tne silent please ol nope, suffering, and need 

Froni witliin a mess ol bony structure. 

(V|-inl(l lli'- husk oJ mc 
ere feet tread noiselessly tfirougn empty dreams, 

-\. keryl . I u oizza 



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MODEL STUDEIVTS 

IT was the start of the scmestep oiaCl I was Teoenin.g a class on invesTmenT fheoryo I teach at 
a small liberal acts college© To gel sotne class discussion going, I asRed Tne class it anyone 
owned sfoeR in a bubliely traded corporation*, Snocon raised her hand~ she was Tne only stu- 
dent in Tne class To do soo 

/vlosT oT Tne sTuclenTs I see in my classes do not own sfocRo they don f have any extra 
money to invest© /vtany will be $20,000 to $50,000 m debt with stut/ent loons by 
the time they gi-acfuateo csut, occasionally I nave a student with assets© 

I asked Sharon it sne would mind telling Tne class what companies sne had investments in*, 
Sharon didn T mind a* alio Sne owned stock in one company© 1 Limited ESi-ant/so I asked her 
now sne had come to own this stocRo I was expecting to hear that sne had been given Tne 
stoek as a gift 01- that sne had inherited it«> r£ut, Sharon nad earned it«> Sne said sne got 
it as part of her compensation in her job© Sharon explained tnat sne nad done an internship 
and some modeling Tor victoria s Secret*, Iney are a division ot Limited errands*, 

I noticed tnat many ot tne guys in tne class who nad been stai-ing at their desbs in a trance 
were suddenly conscious again*, the words victoria s Secret nad rekindled their interest in 
investing*, I give Limited errands credit*, You just don t get tnat level ot student intei-est 
witn EwoR /vXobilo 

Sharon nad already made an impression on me before sne nad revealed ner portfolio*, In earlier 
classes, sne nad received an "A. 1 Trom me*, In this class, sne had actually raised her hand and 
asked questions*, She came to class early and a Tew times I caught her reading the fevfbook© 
this behavior in a student usually engenders a positive impression, out now I looked at her 
again in light ot her employment historyo 

Sharon was tall, thin and pretty, but at 8s30 -A.M. dressed in a sweatshirt, blue jeans, and 
a baseball cab she wasn t more attractive than three or four other girls in the class© On her 
way out after class, two male students elbowed for position to walk out with her*, ihey prob- 
ably wan tea to discuss investment strategy with hero 

I hat semester, investing class was at oSSO iA_/vt on the top floor ot a hundred-year-old 
building*, rtailroad fraeks run about 25 feet from the structure*, I he building is used for a 
combination ot things© I he first floor is really a storage area with garage doors at either end 
so that you can drive a vehicle completely through it*, -Above this are science labs and 
offices*. On the third floor, at the top ot a fong and narrow staircase are two classrooms© 
(Wg class was in one ot these roomso I he rooms are cold in the winter and hot at all other 
times© there is a tunnel (one car wide) under the railroad tracks right under the wind ow ot 
the elassroom© Cars frequently honk their horns before going through the tunnel so they 
rfon t crash into someone coming the other way*. Commuter trains rattle by every 45 min- 
utes*, I like teaching in these rooms, because it moRes education more ot a challenge© 
Anyone can teach in a perfect setting with modern soundproof classrooms and a temperate 
climate*. It fakes an especially fine professor to edify students in an environment that mimics 
a train station waiting room on the planet (VLereury© 

I always arrived for elass about fifteen minutes early to set up my materials and to make sure 
the computer was workings that semester when I would get there in the morning, Sharon 
would usually be the only student already in a seat*. She would sit and read her textbook 
and ask an occasional question*, I had taught her in two previous elasses and knew she was 
very close to her mother so she woulci give me some family news once in a while© I had once 
helped her understand an early retirement offer her mother had received by explaining the 
options and giving her some ways to evaluate the alternatives*, the beauty ot a small college 
is the chance to have a rapport with the students who want oneo 

One morning towards the end of the term, I arrived in class to find Sharon at her desk*, 
-rfowever, this time she was not reading her text*, She was hard at work with three stacks in 
front of hero She had a stack of business letters, a pile of SvlO photographs, and a stack 
of large envelopes© She was obviousfy working on a large mailing*, I walketf over to her, but 
I stopped short when I could see the photos© The photos were of a girl in her underwear*, 



IV/ow, I probobly shouldn f hove been startled*, it seems obvious noivo An underwear model 
sending out letters To get modeling jobs would obviously send out pictures of themselves in 
their underwear*, I must nave nod a look of shocb r>n my race because Snoi-on started To gig- 
gle*, She Took a picture, wrote sometning on if, onO handed it To mea She said, "I ivanf 
you fo nov/c this, TVofessor© Tnc picture was of Sharon oil right© Sne was in full make- 
up, with perfect hoir, and clothed in a black negligee*, She hot/ written, 'To my iax/nrite pro- 
fessor*, You taught me so much© Love, Snoi-ono 

The last Time I probably blushed so much was in sivfh grade when I was the first one out in 
the school spelling bee© I think I missed the word dillema*," I mumoleO thank you and 
retreated to the front ot the room where I deposited the picture in a folder*, A.t the encf of 
class, I went back to mu office© /V.ffer stalling as long as I could with e-mail and phone 
messages, I opened the folder slightly and peeked at trie pictureo She was os beautiful as any 
model I d ever seen in a picture, hut I felt ve»-y uneasy looking ot hero A. definite problem 
came to minds what fo do with the picture© Tofcing it home was not an obfiono Displaying 
if in the office would not be apprr>priate and would bring way too much attention*, I hid 
the photo in my desk*, 

I hat night, a thought hit me*. Let s say I was to die suddenlg and my wife goes through my 
office stuff and finds the photo hidden away© I could picture it*, She looks at a photo of 
an almost naked girl fhonking me for all I had taught hero There goes the old euloggo The 
next morning, I took out the picture, ripped it in four pieces and threw if away© 

-/\.nd then there wos Tony*, Tfe was from the Eastern Shore of A/larylont/o f-fe lived there 
as an only child with his mother and fathero The family had a farm where they raised 
Christmas trees, pumpkins and plants for landscaping*, I learned about all this when Tony 
come in to talk to me about his grade in Finance*, Tfe was not doing wellj* he haa a 62?o 
averoge at the mid-term*, 

tony had attended all the classes*, Tre was physically there in the classroom*, c£ut he was 
always tired and seemed to have trouble staying focusedo (A/hen I asked him about it, he told 
me about his work schedule© Tfere in town, he worked at a local convenience store© Tfe 
opened it up at 5s30 A/Vl and left in time to make the 9s55 iA.A/1 classo Tfe worked 
another four hours in the afternoon*, On weekends, he would drive home to help his parents 
with the businesso Tre didn t hove much time fo do his sehoolwork© 

One weekend, Tony stayed ot school*, Tfe asked for help with his Finance*, tiJe worked on a 
Sundog morning from Vs30 A/l/T to Us30 iA./1/f© The effort wos there© The desire to 
learn was thereo The math skills were not thereo I would put a problem on the board and 
he would store at it as it waiting for a secret message to suddenlg reveal itself o f</hen no 
revelation was forthcoming, he would write a couple of random numbers t/own on his paper 
and scratch his head as he stared at the numbers*, Tfe seemed capable of spending hours just 
looking of a problem o 

/Vfter whof seemed to me to be an evtraordinory amount of time, I woulci explain the essence 
of the problem and suggest o strategy To solve it*, Tfe would make another start, perhaps 
write down another couple of numbers, and then go bock into the storing mode*, Finally, I 
would go through the problem step by stepo / asked him at each sfoge if he understood*, 
Invariably, he would say he did understand*, Tfowever, if I gave him o similar neiv problem 
(perhaps with a slight twist) he went back fo staring*, Tony said that he found many prob- 
lems, like those dealing with the value of o lottery prize or a change in the level of inflation, 
difficult fo relate to in his own lif 



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Over the rest of the term, he came by for evfra help and occasionolly seemed to be making 
progress*, On his lost test he scored a 73%, which wos his high grade for the semester© 
lA/hen a student puts in that type of effort, I find myself storting to root for them on the 
testso On the Finance final, I put in a question thot I thought Tony might feel comfortable 
working© If went something like thisS 

-/\- tanner has to make a choice about what fo grow on o new piece of ground thot 
he has just cleared*, Tfe is considering one of two options© Option one is fo plant 
Christmas frees© If the farmer takes this option, he will be able to harvest lOOO 
frees ot the end of siv years, oil of which he will lye able to sell for $55 per 



free*, TT»e second option is to plant pumpkins*, Efe believes he will average 30,000 

pounds of pumpkins EACEf OF TEfE NEXT SfA' YEARS o^cf he will be able to sell 

them -foe- $<,30 per pound*, Assume each ehoiee has the some annual labor eost and each 
option is equo/fy risfey*» /l/toney is worth *7% to the farmer (opportunity cost)*. Assume all 
income comes at trie end of eocn year*, (AJhicln option gives the farmer the highest pre-tax" 
EVesent value'? 

fi7bat I was hoping to see -from tbe students was an answer that used two time/inesS one 
with a (umb sum siv years out and tne other a six—year annuity Discounting at /%, you 
could compare the two cash -flows and pick the one that gives you the most values AnO of 
the sivty students who took the evom, about two-thirds ttxade a good effort towards coming 
up with the answer** long was not one of them*. 

I looked at his papero Ere had made a couple fitful starts*, I he number six" was written a 
couple ot times as well as seven percent*, Ere hat/ started to multiplg lOOO and S55, but 
ha0 stopped short ot an answer*, Ere had tried a diagram with Christmas trees on one side 
and pumpkins on the other, but there were no real calculations*, At the bottom ot the page 
there was just this note? 

"ft you asked me how tar apart to plant the trees or the pumpkins, I could tell 
youo ft you asked tne how much fertilizer to give them and when to give it. I could tell uou« 
Ff you told me how much rain we had and what the temperature did, I could tell you how 
many trees or pumpfeins we would probably geto ESuf it I told my tather we had to do a 
calculation like this to decide which one to plant, he d kick me*, 

At graduation, Tony sought me out*, Efe had passed the course, but he had received the 
lowest grade in the class*, Efe thanked me tor helping him and said he would try to use 
what he had learned*, Efe said he thought torcing himseft to try to be better in Finance 
could onfy help him later in lite when he came to other challenges*. 



f tind it easy to teel a little paternal about many ot the students f ve worked with at mg 
sehool*. ft is a small school with efasses that are otten small*, Sonne students you get to 
fenow pretty well*. You see them turn trom high sehoof children into functioning adults*, 
You see romantic relationships begin in cfass as two stut/ents start to sit closer and closer to 
each other and waffe around campus holding hands*. You see some relationships deteriorate as 
these same students suddenlg sit at opposite ends ot the classroom*, Sonne students come to 
your ottice hoping you can help them find a jobo Some come to explain why they haven t 
been in cfass and break down when they teff you their mother has been diagnosed with breast 
cancer or a grandparent has died*, 

Yes, sometimes you almost feel like a parent*, I thinfe that is the main reason I felt so 
uncomtortable looking at the picture ot Sharono I love my own daughter and I think she is 
attractive, but the last thing f would want is a picture ot her in her underwear*, Hut, the 
seemingly parental ties with students are an illusion*, teachers are not the parents ot their 
students*. f can tell this because they never send me a card for my birthday*. I don t get 
ties trom them at Christmas*, They hardly ever ask me tor moneys 

A parent's bond to its child is stronger than the bond trom child to parent*, Likewise, the 
teacher's bond to the student is stronger*, Sharon and Tony graduated a couple ot years ago" 
I haven t heard trom either ot them, since Commencement *, Students graduate and their 
memories ot school are overwhelmed by life*, c>ut, I thinfe ot memo I wonder if things are 
worfeing out well*. f wonder if they learned anything useful from me*, I particularly remember 
the special students*, I'm. not quite sure what mafees them special*, Some are model students 
and some are clearly not*. lAJe nave a place in their lives for four or five years and then they 
are gone and new, younger versions appear to fafee their place*, 

(VLy wife and I have tried to spend as mueh time as possible with our children as they grow 
up*, f feel that because of this effort our kids will have a piece of us with them throughout 
their lives*. f thinfe there is a similar effect with the students in mg classes*, C</hefher the 
students fenow it or not, they fafee a small piece of me with them when they go*. 



Dt. IRvaren uchramm 



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Jessica Willett 

THE YEARNING TO 
5ELONG IS mLPILLED 

Rhythmic music flows from 
Hoofs, I long to run with 
Them, free from worldly things. 
Trie wind carefully combs mu 

Wispy black mane while mu 
Muscles work in perfect harmony. 

I press forward, heart racing 
Nose flaring to keep the crisp 
Morning air in mu lungs 
The steady flow of the river is in 

The distance. 

The river tells us to slow down 

So that we may rest in the peaceful valley, 
Cradled between two tall mountains like guardians. 

We drink deeply from the river cooling our hearts. 
Eresh spring grasses fill my mouth 
With the sweet taste of new 
Morning dew. 

A sigh of relief is heard as a mixed breed 
Continues to graze on lush spring 

Grass to ease our hunger. 
The yearning to belong has been fulfilled 
We relax with the sun's warmth 
Content smiles on our mixed faces. 



By i fie Winding Danks or .Nesnaniiny, 
Yon provide tne inspiration, 



ar expression promoting Jb 
niusters young people to optimize tneir 



svith Mom ana JLfaa, 
tis a time oi anxieties ana time to be sad., 
igs and kisses are plentiful, as IresJamen leave tneir nest, 
attend college, and venture iortlri to be tneir best. 

Oome sickness typically sets in, 
tout de suit alter classes begin. 



usually soothes the mutual emotional leeling lor one another. 

len radios blare witlu descriptions ol college athletic games galore, 
tis an exciting tune to cnensn and adore. 



g tneir Alina r*later wlnle the Dana horns Mast, 
soon a collegiate allegiance umiolds tliat will forever last. 

Dpneres ol Iriendsliips begin to emerge tliat dissipate loneliness. 
Dissipating loneliness begets well-being and iiappiness.- 
len Iriendsliips are perceived as a spnere, 

everywhere, and its circumference is nowhere. 

ome classes are inn, some are a bore, 
5oHie are easy and some are a cliore. 
itn tneir coliort or buddy, 

sd wnen togetlier tney study. 



All, thanksgiving, Christmas, Dpring and Ounimer 
On every calendar are these notations, 
lis a time to savor lamily and friends, 
a time to envision tlie apropos ol luture career trends 



James E. Diamond, PhD. 

Background: During the last week of August each 
year, a new corps of freshmen arrives on the cam- 
pus of Delaware Valley College. Often accompany- 
ing them are Moms, Dads, and sometimes their girl 
friends, boy friends, siblings, or grandparents or 
just friends to experience their "leaving the nest." 
This is a difficult time for parents because they are 
now seeing a person that was once their little child 
suddenly grown up to a point where they are leav- 
ing home to enter college. This can be a traumatic 
experience for parents and many tears are shed as 
suitcases, pictures, computers, televisions, and 
other items of comfort too numerous to mention 
are carried from SUVs to dormitory rooms. Parents 
suddenly realize that reality has set in and their lit- 
tle child is now enrolled in college. After many 
years of being both a college faculty member and 
administrator at an institution of higher learning 
that I love so dearly, the following lines are an 
attempt to collectively put into perspective the sce- 
narios in general that I have witnessed over the 
years. The title of this poem is the opening line of 
the DVC Alma Mater. 



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QiganUc books {'died io the brim 
With what looks to be words made 

lor him not {or her. 
Wlan has made up stories o{ his 

Triumphs. What aboui the women 

Who have done so many 

Things in this world? 

(Sack in the day, women were believed 

To be as smart as trees. 

So women sat and listened 

To the stories of men. 

Growing Ured. 3 wonder 

What would have happened 

d{ women had the run 
Of this world 

dnsiead of being second besi. 



Jessica Willett 

EMPTY PROMISES FLOATING 
ON BROKEN DREAMS 

The Great Mother' s daughter glides down a grand 

spiral stair case floating on broken dreams from empty 

promises. Dainty as she may seem, 

she lands with her full weight and cracks 

each step as if they are assets hidden in nightmares. 

Steps moan taking on the pressure like estranged sisters 

of her impulsiveness. 

She strolls like a child in a park without a burden. 

Wearing a tattered milky white dress flowing 

behind her, she is carrying her disheveled past. 

Her index finger presses against her 

scarlet kips. Ssssssssssh! 

She 'whispers to the steps. 

The steps protest because of the weight she carries 

in her heart. 

Many steps filled with trepidation, silence their concerns. 

One will stay silent and continues to 

creak violently under the Great Mother' s daughter' s bare feet. 

When every step, grew weary of moaning, 

she stumbled on 



the step that moaned like a sister in protest. 

Diminishing she hoped to deteriorate under the weight of 

her own past filled with 

empty promises floating on broken dreams. 



Panisha Perry 

1 grew up in the ghetto - Queens, NY. Many people hear the words "New York City" and immediately think of 
the best - Broadway, museums, culture. These people have never seen the real New York. They have never seen how the 
majority of the people really live. They have never seen where I come from. They have never seen the ghetto. 

I, on the other hand, lived and breathed the ghetto from the moment that I was born. It was where 1 would be 
raised. It was where I would look out of my window and see fights occurring. It was where I would go outside and sit on 
my stoop because...well, I couldn't think of anything better to do. It is where I thought I would remain. And I was petri- 
fied. 

People don't last long in the ghetto - either physically or mentally. I was determined to survive. I was deter- 
mined to escape. So, I applied myself intensely to my school work. It was my only hope. 

Because of my diligence concerning scholastics, I gained admission into the Honors program at Long Island City 
High School. The Honors program afforded several opportunities that the regular program did not. One of these being a 
chance to take an opera class taught by the principal of the school. 

This sounded like something that I should be doing. I wanted to be "intellectual," I wanted to become a "well 
rounded" person. So, I signed up for the class. It was not what I expected. 

I thought that I would be immersed in the operatic experience - in another culture. I thought that I would love it 
from the moment I walked in the classroom. It didn't happen this way. I didn't love Opera. In fact, I couldn't stand it. 
I had to wake up at 5 :3Q in the morning to get to the 7 a.m. start of the class. I had to buy CPs and tickets. 1 had to 
listen to loud music early in the morning when all I wanted to do was sleep. I hated Opera. And I really, really wanted 
to drop the course. 

Put, something told me to hang in there - at least for a few more weeks. So, I did. A few weeks later, I had 
one of the best and most frightening experiences of my entire life. I saw an opera. 

I had never been to the opera house at Lincoln Center. I had never been to Lincoln Center period. I don't think 
that I had ever been to that part of Manhattan before. It was a new experience. It was scaring, nerve racking. 




thrilling. It was amazing. 

We had to dress up to go to the opera (which I did reluctantly). We wet at the school. Then, we got on a train. 
And then, we got on another train. Then we walked - past hotels that 1 had wver seen before, past stores that I had 
mvzr seen before, and past a section of Central Park that I never even knew existed. 

Eventually we wound up outside of a white building that seemed huge to we at the time. Outside of the building 
was a big, black water fountain. The class sat around the fountain as we waited to go in (we arrived a bit early). Py 
this time, I was becoming anxious. What lay beyond those doors, I wondered. I yearned to go in. I yearned to see. 1 
yearned to experience. 

After what seemed like an eternity, we went in. I was awe-struck. This was, honestly, the most beautiful place 
that I had ever seen in my entire life. There were long, carpeted stairs leading up to our seats. As we walked up the 
stairs, we saw costumes from previous operas on display. The ceilings seemed to go on forever and ever. It was another 
world. 

Our seats were located in the balcony. I walked to my seat and forced myself to sit down. Stop gawking, I told 
myself. You look stupid. I calmly looked around. I looked down and saw the stage that would show me my very first 
opera. Suddenly, it hit me. I was at Lincoln Center. And I was about to see a production of an opera that has been 
hailed worldwide - "Turandot." There are no words to describe my excitement... or my terror. I was very, very nervous. 
I didn't know how to act. Should I be this excited? Here I was in this sophisticated place wearing my sophisticated cloth- 
ing. It only made sense that I should have a sophisticated attitude to match. Put I didn't know how to act sophisticated. 
I didn't even know what it meant. 

1 looked around and became intensely self-conscious. No one looked as excited as I felt. I felt stupid. I felt naive. 
It's just Opera, I told myself. Relax. Grow Up. So, I leaned back, sat in what I deemed to be a sophisticated manner, and 
waited for the Opera to begin. 

An old man with a suit and tie came out and politely requested that everyone turn off their cellular phones and 
beepers. The lights dimmed. "Turandot" began. 

I became immersed in the opera from the moment the curtains opened. I was afraid to take my eyes off of the 
stage for one second - I was afraid to blink - lest I miss something important or miniscule for that matter. I didn't 
care. I didn't want to miss a thing. 

I grew afraid when the lights began to slowly come on. This is not right. The opera is not over. It can't be 
over. Then, the polite old man came out and told everyone that it was time for an intermission. G-ood. An intermission I 
could deal with. We all filed out into the lobby and I impatiently waited for the second half of the opera to begin. 

Eventually, we heard the chimes telling us that intermission was over. We could take our seats. "Turandot" 
would resume shortly. 

The second half of the Opera was even better than the first. It was where everything came to a climax. It 
was where I almost cried because the music was so beautiful, the emotions so strong. It was overwhelming. 

I walked out of the Opera house with a new view on life. I had a new way of looking at myself. I felt stupid. I 
felt ignorant. There was an entire world out there; there was an entire culture out there that I knew nothing about. I 
was merely offered a glimpse. And just that glimpse was enough to convince me that this world was much better than 
the one that I inhabited. This was where I wanted to be. 

From that day on, I gave opera class everything that I had. I listened to every opera CP that 1 could get my 
hands on. I grew to love opera. I still do. And, I am grateful for the opportunity that was given to me. I am grateful 
for the opportunity to learn and grow as a person. There are a lot of people who are from where I am from that will 
never get the same opportunity. Some will get the opportunity, but will fail to seize it, like I almost did. I almost missed 
becoming a better human being. I'm afraid of the person that I would have become had I not had this experience. 

Plwio (uj Reuee Wcwuuum 



Jessica Willett 

FEARING TERROR 

The world entered an endless fog 

Steaming with confused hatred. 

No one wants to forgive 

The actions of those who 

Have terrorized our 
Bodies and minds. 




They go straight to hating like the 

meanest river 

persons they have never met, 

Instead of their actions. 
Later the ripple effect steadily 

Starts to flow from the river 
Of hatred that was created. 

Fearing terror only makes the 

River hunger for more speed. 

The river takes over people's minds. 

Now we assume the worst 



Of a larger group. 

The river flows steadily while 

The wisdom being sung by the 

Wind isn't being heard over the river 

Hitting the few rocks that sit 

In its pathway. 







Plwfc by Reuieii Dcuftle 



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Five minutes before tke start of tke skow Dom finisked dressing m Jkis tunic. He kail not wanted to take 
part in it out tke students, kis fellow colleagues and even kis closest friend demanded tkat lie at least nave sonie 
part. He kad in fact not only written tke play Iwitk tke aid ©1 kis wife, a ckoreograpker) but liad also written tke 
book on wkick tke play was based and kad a kand sonie years back writing tke screenplay-and Doin kad been 
noniinaied lor an Oscar lor kis work. 1 kus kaving a part m tke sckool s performance ol tke play would be appro- 
priate but it was only at the urging ol kis wile tkat ke accepted a small part as a piano player on stage rigkt. He 
would be blocked in several scenes by ligkting and by tke girl s ckoir and kis music 'would be drowned out by tke 
©rckestra in all of tke scenes but tke final one. 

I ke curtain call came. Doni bee-lined to tke piano. I ke play opened witk a student from Holy Cross 
wko played a monk named Oononar; Oononar was tke fictitious autkor of tke play. 1 ke part kad originally been 
offered to JlJom, wko declined, saying, 1 fit it so well tkat tke part would not benefit from me-nor would I benefit 
from it. He listened to tke boy wko kandled tke part well. Doni knew nun from kis troop. Doni kad been an 




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crossed into Iroop HJ, from kis Cub Scout pack. He 
earned kagle at tke age ol seventeen, a nice respectable 
age, young enougk to still earn at least one palni-but ke 
kad never been motivated to earn any palms. He instead 
became a Junior Assistant Scoutmaster and, upon kis 
eigkteentk Ibirtkday, became an Assistant Scoutmaster. 
He remained active in Iroop lli! tkrougkout kis college 
years and once ke graduated from college ke became tke 
troop s Scoutmaster, ootk ol Doni s sons eventually 
went tkrougk Iroop \Z as well as Sea Scout Skip 41o. 
Doni s daugkfer also joined the Skip and Dom kinisell 
kappened to be the skip s second mate. 
1 ke boy, tkougk ke kad struggled a good deal during 
practices, now perlormed well. 1 kis play belonged to a 
series and tkis was tke most difficult one in tke series to 
perforin in. 1 ke play, named in tke Name ol tke 
Jratker, was tke tkird in a series ol lour plays. irlany 
people wko attempted to study tke play loved to conjec- 
ture about tke significance of its name. People loved to 
say tkat JVlarcellus, tke main ckaracter, sougkt revenge 
against kis cousin, Servillus tke Jroul, and JVietrin tke 
ogre-lord, for lyiarcellus keld tkose two entities responsi- 
ble lor tke deatks ol kis son and Ins grandfatker, as w> T eli 



as tike destruction of Lis kingdom. Doni laughed whenever lie thought about at, All people are lools, lie always 
said to liiniself, and they always fail to recognize their own foolishness. 

Kiglitiiig ensued quickly alter the toy s initial speech; it 'was a war play but Dom tried valiantly not to 
make it a war epic. He usually taught one English class every seimester-either Creative VVriting (LreatiTe 
"Writing cannot he taught!) or Olassic Literature (No such thing exists!), i\o matter what the class he always 
told his students that war epics are good for histories and little else and that an author has to be talented in order 
not to degrade the story into a niere string ol battle scenes. 

Nonetheless, Doni had given in to the compulsion to write battle scenes. He watched them hom his perch 
next to the piano. As the second battle raged, a very important character died-aetually two important characters 
■died., The first would be Lamaren, the man who led the fight against Qervillus the Foul and Lord ALetrm in the 
1 (idden Lands for many years, out who in his later years resigned humsell to a small, two acre plot ol land in the 
castle of Aloren, the capital of Meriola. Vespasian©, the Adviser to the King of iYleriola, also died; both are 
casualties in a vicious and hopeless battle in the defense of Aloren. Ooni always thought \ espasiano to be a tragic 
case for he had written the Adviser s part as that of a tragic hero. I he cause of Oasey s fall is similar to that ol 
King Arthur s-but Arthur s sin was that of the graver sin of incest while Oasey s was merely that ol impurity 
In his Lnghsh classes Dom loved to use Oasey as an example of a sympathetic-and some students liked to joke 
patheiic=tragic hero in his classes. 

Dom only taught three classes at Our Lady ol Lourdes and Lnghsh was one ol them, i he other two were 
biology classes and all three classes were always scheduled for the morning, in the afternoon he conducted his 
duties as Director ol FWduetion in the grounds department of Jrriella s, a local amusement park, His job 
demanded him to work Loth inside the park=there was a conservatory inside the park •which required his attention 
and many of the flower beds were used for propagation. 1 he park also had five acres ol fruit trees and two acres 
ol berries. Outside of the park there were several production greenhouses which grew things year round, li- 
as a cider press and cannery equipment and a machinery building, cold storage and lanlities for making jams, pies 
and butters, and live acres of fruit trees, and two acres of berries on the park s property, Dom also managed thir- 
ty-dive acres of tree fruit and berry production which was off the park s property and split between Our Lady ol 
Lourdes, and Dom s alma inater-Holy Oross, which was where the boy went. 

Dom had mixed much into his writings in general and this play m particular~war, -violence, Jove, passion. 
It was a Tm T depressed play as was the whole series and the end was bittersweet. Dom had intended il that way. 
"He had often thought of Karl Oral s words in his opera Caranina JDurana, O Fortune, like the moon you are 
changeable, ever waxing, ever waning. He certainly stayed faithful to those words throughout his pi aid 

tin in special tribute m this work. 

The author played the piano through In the Name of the Father, drowned out by the orchestra, physically 
blorked by a choir, but at the very end of the play the two ehoirs descended the stage and dispersed tnemselves into 
'In audience lor the final number, In the final scene Marcellus, the Lord ol Boriocaluni-wno is the High King 
ol lerena-kneels on stage with his lace in his bands mourning the horrendous losses or the war iought against his 
cousin. His adviser, Francesco, an elderly man who also is the grandfather ol Vespasiano, stooiJ next to the High 
King, comforting him. In the center aisle of the crowd stood one ol the monks, Oerionar, who happened to b 
abbot of the local monastery and gifted with second sight. A young monk, L ononar, the character whose parl 
boY who opened the play performed, asked Oerionar what be saw, C;'enonar replied by saying, 



I see tke Lord, and Higk J&ing, 'weeping lor kis kingdom. In tke meantime tJke girl s ckoir sang Ikarl 
Qrff s 'O Fortuna wtile tke b©y s ckoir sang, Tie Lord. Hears tke Oiy ©1 tke Poor. Doni s solo came kere and 
te played tte entirety ol tine last scene. I lie last words ©1 tte play were not quite words at all but tlie quiet yet 
eerie singing ol tike boy s ctoir, I Ike Lord tears tke cry ol tke poor, blessed be ine Lord. As tkese last words 
were suing Dom felt very sad lor ke lelt a part ©1 kinisell leel sorry tor kis fictitious Higk Ling. Dome people 
would later claim tkat tkey actually saw Dom cry at tkis point in tke nigkt. 

Tke play tkus ended, and tke entire audience erupted into a standing ovation. It was a spectacular per- 
formance. All ©1 tke actors and actresses went forward and tools tkeir applause wkick became a roar wken tke 
boy wk© kad played iVLarcellus came out. 1 ken sometking strange kappened-Doni took ine stage. It was tke last 
nigkt of tke play and on tke last nigkt of kigk sckool plays usually tke lead ckaracter ©r president of tke drama 
society says a few words, but now JUom took stage center. JHle said, 

I kank you for coming to tke last perlormance of In tke name ol tke Fatter. One to tke popularity ol 
In tke Name of tke Jratker, — Our Lady of Lourdes kas kad sold out skews every weekend lor four weekends— 
an encore performance of Promised Land, tke sequel to In tke Name of tke Jratker, kas been sckeduled for 
nest year. I kave already been asked to play tke part of Francesco Anglini, but I kave declined as many kave 
expected me to do. I will be unable to kave any part in it wtatsoever, aside from writing tte script. Five days ago 
I was diagnosed witt terminal brain cancer. I tave already informed Sister Superior ttat I will not be returning 
next semester to tte sctool. I tave certainly tad a •wonderful time tere. As IJom went to step down from tte 
stage tte audience was in perfect stock. If tte president ol Holy Uross tad not walked down tte aisle and 
motioned for IJom to remain wtere te was, tten JUom would tave left tte stage and ttat would be ttat. out tke 
president of Holy Oross, a singular Fr. Antkony lerione, did not intend for tkat to kappen. Fr. Antkony took 
tke stage and said, 

Oomenic is a very quiet naan. He quietly stepped into our lives so long ago tkat we forget wken or kow it 
kappened. None kere remember Oom s days at Holy Or©ss, or wken ke began working in Friella s grounds 
department or wken te first was a member of Iroop 11a. Wkat we do remember is tow JUom led tundreds of 
toys, including my trotter and myself, ttrougt Iroop 11J,. We remember tow Dona served in tte order of tte 
Arrow as our Okapter Adviser and on our fe>krp as second mate. We remember picking peactes and apples and 
pears in tte orctards of Our Lady of Lourdes, Holy Oross and Friella s. We remember 'well tow INottingtam 
prospered wten JUom was our mayor, bo it is now ttat tis wile, Julianna, presents to tim our tumble ttanks. 
At ttat Julianna came up to tte stage-ste was very pretty even in ter advanced age. o>te displayed a plaque tor 
everyone to see as ste tanded it to ter tusband. 

I kis plaque, said Jrr. Antkony, Will go on tke property ol Holy Oross. A copy will be placed on tte 
property of Our Lady of Lourdes, anotter copy in tte Oentral Jrark ol Nottingtam and a final ropy at Friella s. 
I te inscription reads, Here lies JUomenic, wt© lives in all ttat grows. I te lour properties will be turned into 
an Arboretum in memory of Dom. Dom cried and embraced tis wife and Fr. Anttony, 1 tougt witt every sec- 
ond ttat passed, cancer destroyed tis brain and came ever closer to killing tim, Dom could never recall being any 
more tappy or alive at any otter point in tis life. 






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0/ze meme/zt tee/zed t/i time 
^e/zeam au eadf, Ati u?i/e <M/8«/ true 
^fvztf/ierj m me aard 
5^eeet dtfjej m me mom ' 
3e eeerwAetmea ea Ati wise 
5%eAajpzue/i 
d/Veie eemfi/eteut mau/aeat/i Mae/iae foaca 
we tear e&mmjwe e/iee /zcza, reio ecz/itf/iea 
^'mAuatu fa/zed ever 
*er eeera Je/ue ti wcMJea tdw/i wtm 
we zee maw zewe toad ewee ee aifraza to azz/e wer zewaerwearf 
J/e net zeef z'w me eaei etzezze 



Jimi IvicCjee 
Once Torever 



te expanse that fies before us 



ana wondrousiy reaf 



is deft and' 
'Rainbow prisms breathxing fife 
in waves of radicaC fight 



§o forth in joy and cheer 
Stand and her aid presence 



transcend the cuftured coarse 
shoubdering misfortune's weight 

Sing in chorus aCC and Cisten 
to the hofy SiCence beckon. 
Its notes on wiCdopen air 

echo the Sirens' sea-shed song 

Q-Cark, the fethean dawn sounds once more 

in the deepening siCence, 

on a mysterious shore 







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Ptoto by C. OckuBek 



JlwwHcGtee/ 

Our La^t Coryx/eryaticm 

The/ part that hotdjy ow 
even/ when/ it hurty 
The/ part that dreawiy 
knowing^ itfy v\xyt true;. 
The; whiypery in yoftneyy 
I never quite/ hew. 

ly it weak to-be/ yo- ytrong^? 

To- never have/ for what you/ long/. 

To- ypeah whafy felt from/ heart thaty true/. 

To- riye/ each/ day and/ watch it go-. 

To- reaxih in night, yomeone/ to- hnow. 

Beruiing^ knee/ with power and/ might 

I ajyk/ thejye/ things to- take/ from/ yight. 

But they come/ and/ are/ alwayy near. 

Love/hiding/, 

in the/ wet of tear. 



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V fw £iva.t ■f-l'tsSt b^e-txi'v vr &-li-. 




Vkofo taj Reuiai Dmute 



Lee Pouliot 

Flickering Flame 

Sitting outside on a starry night 
Watching a candle's flickering light 
Feeling the chill run through the air 
Crickets are singing - hidden some- 
where 

All of a sudden I look toward the sky 
Where stars are flickering - some 
shooting by 

Where trees in envy attempt to reach 
Where He resides or so they preach 

The flame grows still as time passes 

Then with tiny vigor - it becomes 

enchanted 

Changing shape with each passing 

soul 

Desperately following with a trail of 

smoke 



Into the night's sky so silently deep 

This trail leads to the final majestic 

keep 

Where angels sing and dance away 

And love is eternal - forever to stay 



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ing past a lightless sky 
Where not even eagles have power 
to fly... 



Where swirls of sand float just like 

clouds 

While candles burn with piercing 

sounds.*. 



And here I am locked in this place 

Running carelessly, covering my 

face 

For what I see surrounding me, 

Reflects my feelings - deep as the 



I*m too weak to get away 

They grab me like claws, making me 

stay 

One by one they prod my soul 

Until at last I pay the final toll... 

They throw me now, back to time 
Where I realize my life's without 
rhyme... 

For I'm living life lacking love... 
Giving birth to nightmares above... 




Vhte luj Reuse. Wluww 
Lee Pouliot 

Summer's End 

Through myst and valley meek 
Past mountains holding mysteries deep. 
There lived an enchantress, kind and true 
Who planted the forests about which she flew. 

She knew once again that the days lived less, 
And thus it was time for her long yearly rest. 
So off once again, she danced from the ground 
Passing on dreams to tree, shrub, and sprout! 

Soon green would no longer cover the land 

As a colorful finale would arise like wind and 

sand. 

"Sweet dreams to you my wonderful creations... 

May spring come about in haste 

For then, once again my green glory takes place!" 

And then she closed her eyes so fair 
While Old Man Winter's chill crept into the air. 
But in nature one could find no shiver, 
Their dreams were of summer by the rivers 

By now, the greens have become so faint, 

While yellow, orange, and red are laid on like 

paint. 

And soon all will become so barren 

As autumn retreats to a white winter apparent. 



Itteanau "piaueOtedo 

I've (earned t£at c6idben& and rottiei- don t ntix, 

I've (earned tnat y" evill never &ecot*te a Setter rider i£ y stay, itt ntu 
comfart fone. 

*7&at every 6a>i4e pulli <iontet&i*ta out o£ tne 4ame (Lay. o£ tric&£, eve 
<udy need to &uoui cvnat tric& attd utnen, 

I've (earned t&at i£ you mix &oo$e attd ntiueral oil tnen aive it to a 
colic&iua notie, oat oulef will uou &uoc£ tne i6it out o£ 6im dut you 
ntau alia aive &£*h. a &auaover tne next ntowiny, 

I've (earned t£at enarei aim "PTftS: and cvneu t&eu do- to give t6ent 
all tne icveet feed tneu cvaut no- aueitiom ai&ed 

I've (earned t&at you <tnould never aallop faster t&au (four guardian 
anael can fey: i£ tnat -i true tnen nttf auardian auael can fey a&out 
40 ntpA add cvean a jet pac& 

y &ave alio (earned tnat people and 6&rie£ ntu4t at iome point 
(eave: cvnetuer it 'd to a neev &o*tte, jo&, far aood reaiotte. and &ad, 
<*tau&e even to tne (Ua pasture in tne i&u (tut at ±ante paint everyone 
vnust ao. 

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iurroundina and faieudz to- emlta>i& on a neev chapter itt nttf (tfe- v 
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nte fo continue (earuiua. 

*) 6ope t&at *) will never ie faraotten and will altvacfi &ave a place 

nere. 

y* oulu 6ope tnat 1 nave done all o£ nty duties and (eave &e6iud yood 

ntento-ried. until once aaaitt y* can return to a place t6at 1 call 6ome, 

/4 place utnete toua& &ut aoodnearted people (ice far tne sounds and 

(ove o£ notees, 

A place called &io44Mittd4. /ippalaoiai.. 




Ptato dy hwvmom Riaai 




Ptato fcy Reiiee Wtctmuuw 



Michelle Neumann 



WINTCH'S i ovt 

Every breath steams in the winter chill 

The wind nips at us 

Threatening to numb us to the core 

It plays with the fire 

Making it crackle and spark 

We huddle a little bit closer 

Attempting to fight Old Man Winter's death 

Let the fire ignite us both 

Awaken us from winter slumber 

Warmed by flame's dying amber rays 

The glare of the white sheet 

Frosts us into hibernation 

Feeling slowly ebbing 

My love, I fear, is dying 

Let our passion burn us into oblivion 

Energies explode into blissful ecstasy 

Dare to feel what is inside 

Do not let the ice freeze our hearts 

We shall not give in to wintry complacency 

Excitement slowly rises 

My love, I know, is growing 

The frost no longer bites 

As we melt the snow with our warmth 

Bleak winter is shadowed 

By the force of our conviction 

The battle over the Old is won 

As we huddled a little bit closer 

The warmth of Maiden Spring kissed our hearts 










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R.B. 




Frame of Winter 

Silent, motionless, it hangs there 

Like a frame, 

Filled with scenic phrases, 

And olden leaves watching 

While their siblings find the floor. 

The chilling, almost bitter, air starts opening, 

Giving birth to a snow-laden show, 

Now finding first life, creating pictures 

Again inside this frame, 

Born anew and ever-changing with the days. 








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Jfflo teef Ziaae, pom asamma 4ara, 

^toen aA anapzuex op. 

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fMea/ow ma /zanaj aoooe. 

fflraMed aroa/iai are poa/za' ma 000 fa, 

fflor/z mzr, /eJJ ada/f/e. 

f/reaawa 0/1 me a/o ay-ma emae/v, 

Opprej thafocemme. 

^^oraeaf, ma 00 da, pueaffo me /me, 



'.e dea-leaet opmazzmam. 
(SzcedJ ram oearj pooama a/afer, 
Jfa/zajmp/a ooeroome. 

^Memejtorm, me wrA aaoaj poree, 

/T/ot" aazc/t, oai ooer time. 

f/o de£ apace a/oa/aram a mifi, 

Jfflore oearao/e a crime. 

fMe aam co/tdiraciea, a?aier Jtaa/ia/zi, 

J7?u0wea£0 Jit ana! a/aii, 

^/rtiii/iefwaiarofi creaiea, 

Jj^aaaoaf/z a/iteaJaed irate. 

3a a/ame i) me d/vft, me raw, 

f/fe peia/oppooaeaccooer. 

J/^/o moaoAt £0 mat of a/adied time, 

fMafrarJ me wafer oaer. 



Plwia hj Reuben "Dmie, 




Vlidc foj AiuiCftuwe Riwi 



rcebecea S^ilie 



A IVofionof E, 



per 



Stepping aft the stairs onto fbe red claglike footing of tbe paddock area, I looked around for my borse, TuWo 
Finding Turn, I mounfet/ one/ adjusted my stirrups,, Tbey seemed a bit long fr> me but Cory ontJ Joonnc kept 
telling me tbot tbey would be better fbaf woy m cose be wos bouncy so trial I woulon t bounce around too muck 
Turk's bondfer chimed in soying tbot be tended to get goofy during the walk trot ond wofk trot canter equitotionso 
Ob bow wonderfu/, f tbougbt, my first big competition, one tbot [ had spent two weeks preparing for, and I'm going 
to be riding a goofball© 

After wofking around and getting used to Turk, I felt relaxed and confident that I would have a good ride 
because be was beboving very we(( (fbis migbf not be so uadj at least he s not ocfing like o goofball/o It wosn f long 
before tbey called my cfass info fbe ring*. Cbeeking my posture and pusbing my beels down, I wrapped my fingers 
around the crop Cory handed me as f entered the ringo I started out witb o nice walk and posting trofo I was 
feeling pretty good obouf my ride at this pointa Tben fbe jucfges asked for a sitting troto I slowed lurk oown a 
bit and sot bock in tbe saddle to a very bouncy frote. I immediotelg lost one stirrup and had to stop myself from 
grabbing tbe saddle (ob crapL FeeJing fbe ofber stirrup slip off my foot, / tbougbt, double crapo / was now bouncing 
side to side in the saddle very efose to bouncing clean off, I must fook lihe a rag doll bouncing around on tbis borse, 
I tbougbt, as [ did my best to stay in the saddle My team mates in the stands were probab/y recording my ride on 
Joanne's camera (ob bow siffy [ must /ook)o [ could picture the red claglike footing rusbing up to meet me and I 
gripped witb my fegs to keep from coming off, all the while tbinking, I don't fbink I want to meet the footing 
todayf must stay in saddle*. It seemed lihe I was figbfing a fosing battle os / fougbf to stay mounted,, 

Trying to s/ow Turk down and regain my stirrups, wbicb were banging against my feet, f somebow see Joanne 
moutb, "Drop tbe crop©" ft took o moment for me to figure out wbat sbe wos frying to feff me beeouse [ was 
bouncing so muebo Dropping fbe crop tbot I even forgot I had in my bono 1 , I tbougbt, maybe be'll slow oown now., 
It seemed like the second the crop hit the ground the judges asked everyone to wafko Responding to fbe announcer, 
Turk s/owed to a wa/ko Ttelieved and a little frustrated, I found my stirrups and regained mg posture© Tbot was 
fun, let's do it again, I tbougbt as / finished* my ride a liJetl, I'm not pinning todag but I'll get to see bow sillg I 
looked wben I wafeb tbe recording later*. 



Renee McManus 

"Time Has Slipped Away" 

Time... 

We do not realize how precious it is. 

Until it has slipped away from us. 

If only we had another second. 

To smile at someone. 

Another minute. 

To laugh, or joke, or give a hug. 

To say, "I love you," 

Or even just a couple more minutes. 

To talk or spend time together. 

Then I would feel a lot better. 

For there was one day that my dad went to visit Nanny. 

He asked if I would like to go. 

(She was very sick with Alzheimer's) 

But of course I said that I did not have the time. 

So he went alone. 



A couple of weeks later, she passed away... 

She left us all. 

Her time on earth had suddenly slipped away. 

There were so many things that I wanted to say. 

I wanted to tell her that I was alright. 

I made it to college just like her son and was almost finished 

I am sorry that I did not make time to visit her when she 

needed us the most. 

I would he there for my dad when she was gone. 

But, most importantly, deep down inside, 

I did love her and care for her 

Even though I did not see her that much 



From this I have seen life in a different light. 

You must always do what you want to do 

today. 

Because there might not be a tomorrow. 

Take the time to share your feelings with 

others. 

And to say what is on your mind. 

Visit family and friends whenever you 

get the chance. 

If you do not, you might have 

regrets like me. 

And time might pass you by, too. 



(Note: I would like to dedicate 
this to my grandmother who 
died on Way 18, 2004) 







Vhdc (u) ReuiieK Dwrtte 



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Lee Pouliot 

A Moment's Miracle 

Snowflakes have fallen upon your fair face 

Each landing with such perfect grace 

Your eyes glisten as they - from the light nearby 

As your warm breath dances up towards the sky. 

We've been out here for a while, 

And the snow has started to pile 

Red and rosy your cheeks have become 

While I wonder just where you came from. 

The stars I've counted - over one, two and three 

Even over candles I've wished for you to be 

And now I'm holding you within my embrace 

With you there's nothing I can't face. 

So on and on our white wonder goes 
As we walk through mysterious, wondrous glow 
And upon looking up towards a glimmering sky 

Our souls magically meet eye to eye. 



So as we close the door on our wintry retreat 

They begin to dance from their feet 

For they've known since winter's first day 

That our love is forever here to stay! 













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Tne Krss f-A. -f-fobe/ess T?onno»affe T^oem) 

Slo»-i»ag into those beautiful eyes 

I he Tire within them ignites 

Desire burns 

i ingertips eai-ess my Jingling skin 

I ann set ablaze 

C^omblete me 

T*ush aside errant strands ot hair 

-rxolcf my neat/ m your hanus 

DHng me closer To you 

Slow motion 

T^eneTf-afing gaze nevet- breaks 

Only To close as The gab Goes 

Subble libs graze one anoThet- 

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Intake ot trembling breath 

Submission has never been so sn/eet 

TTearts f-aee, bumbing aT an increasing rate 

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Desirous hunger fuels us 

r^ulsing and bushing 

W/e breathe as one 

lAJe move as one 

LAJe reel as one 



-Kathleen/ Weaver 
My Sony3ach 

I cherished/ eA/ery moment I had/ with hlvw 

When/ he/ way that ymaH 
I hnew he/ wajy bound/ to grow Up 
To bey ytrongy independent and/ tall/ 
I alwayy watchedy hum/ full/ ayleep 
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Hey felt comfort in my every move/ 
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Would/ do no good/ to yooth 

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My baby grew up, there/ iy nothingy I can/ do 

I ytdl/ will/ chervyh every moment 
Leaning^ on hly bedroom/ door 
A ndy even/ though/ my handy Vy nxyw ymaVu 
It might ytdb have/ they yumey effect ay before/ 
So if hey ever needyy ay guldlngy hand/ 
Mine/ will/ givey they touch/ of care/ 
A ndy if hey ever need/ to find/ me/ 
I'll/ be/ learlng/ on hly bedt'oom/ door, 
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Nena Cizewski-Smith 

What 

Can start a revolution? Can wake up 

Old ways of thinking, can make them new? 

Can you, can we, ever hope to reach the limit? 

If 

Thoughts can affect water, how far 

Can our thought affect us, affect each other? 

And what is the effect desired, when we think? 

Why 

Not test the limits? Test the ideas 

Roaming around inside your possibilities? 

Why not peek over the precipice of potentials? 

We 

Are not small, are not insignificant. 

Are only at the beginning of our infinities - - 

So, how far, how far down the rabbit hole? 

Do you wish to go? 




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Renee McManus 



CLOUD NINE 



An imaginary place that is far from "home"... 

Where all of your worries are down below and far 

behind you... 

A place that is a bazillion miles away... 

It is where all of your hopes and dreams have come 

true. 

The place is Cloud Nine. 

You will be able to stay up there, 

Until someone or something "smacks" you back down 

to reality and the "real world." 








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Tabitha Davison 



Home 



When will I be home 

Home in your arms for all time 

Time not fleeting, but for our lives and beyond 

You're just a hope, a dream, a prayer 

Yet I feel you in every fiber of my being 

A haunting presence in everything I do 

search for you in every face, every glance, every fleeting smile 

Do you search for me? 

Every night I weep 

Every morning I wake Hoping, praying 

This will be the day 

The day I find home 

Home in your arms for all time 



Tabitha Davison 

Hopeful Anguish 

Cool damp sand 

Gentle lapping waves 

Everything has a purple hue 

I sit unmoving 
Listening to the ocean breeze 
As it whispers words of comfort 
A tear escapes my eye 
Betraying my cool exterior 
It is caressed away 
I shudder & tremble with the inner turmoil 
As I fight to keep the emotions from taking over 
It envelopes me in a cool embrace 
I can't do this 
I can't hold back any longer 
I give up 
I scream out all my frustration, anger and despair 
It takes it all in & carries it into the changing hori- 
zon 
Hues of purple now pinks, yellows and blues 
A new day 
A new beginning 



Vfols- fcy Aiwejtwiie Rtwi 



f/ichelle ^iPumarl|0 

Nightly Reflections 

Rose-co'orpd disc slowly slips beyond the h ri?on 
Gliding through satin clouds 
Radiating ambpr b'ends into the night, 
f^pd of b'ood curved fluff 
Reflect s upon t He day 

Fiery disc soon bids farewell 
Taking the memories with it 
To shine afresh with the dawn 
IVpmories of the past night. 
Wink on with each star 

New diamond brilliance 

Pain upon the surface 

JVidnigbt universe blares with sadnpss 

The horned moon does not shade from t.hp past 

Cold blue white light washes the land 

Refections upon glass droplets 
Oripping from frozen 37i\rp eyes 
Crickets chirp a mournful tune 
in time with a broken heart 
Night, wa'tzes into the morn 

Rose-colored disc slowly creeps above the horizon 




Pfwic (u) Aiucaiwtic Kiwi 




Plusto Ihj Reuiat "Dwvde. 



The lOooden ffloomi-afn 

The uaahe o? <vhe dau 

Y-oond Wm siVarTna pas>V +Fie door. 

The oranqe alou> nooi brTohiVenYno. 

Lme t4- ali^aus had beVore. 

These day <Vo dauconsfsii-encYes 

^e'd envYed as <vheucame. 

Mever oias h?s ITPe sedenA-aru, 

Tuio •vWnqs neveir u>ere >4-he same. 

G=ta?ned and los+- bePore has he, 

D04- iV-hTs Vfme, 4-heu uaere aone ?or oood. 

To end f+- all i^oold end ?>J- all, 

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\t <J-hooah4-, "X? muPeelYnas, 4-hese 4-hTnos 4-ha4- Peel, 

(Lan Peel 4-hese very ivhfnas, 

lOhu do ivheu leave me vearTng |T?e, 

rearTna <Vhe ITPe T«V- bv-fnos &" 

(Xnd 4-hen Tn hts PrOS+raiVTon 

ThreuCi h?s hands Op Tn iVhe air, 

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&04- hooi vtle, ^-hoooh iroaTc, 

^ere 4-hfs s<Vori4 doesnV end. 

PlamV ?<V deep. l/Ja4-ch ?iV aroud. 

Pass fi4- On oifii-h y60, mu PrYend. 

Tell oP hoi^a loss and s4-ra?n have ravYshed 

Throoah a cold, nou> emp^-y, sool, 

C-an posh a man <vo hTs ITmf4-s, 

&nd on h?m 4-ahe "frVS <4-e>||. 




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MEMORY OF THE HUNTED 

GAZING SOMEWHAT AIMLESSLY, 

ALL THINGS INCONSEQUENTIAL. 

ALMOST CARELESS, ALBEIT A BIT ALERT, 

WITH NOT A THOUGHT ESSENTIAL. 

JOURNEY HALTED, SOUNDS AWAKEN 

SENSES FORMERLY SUBDUED. 

EYES DARTING GROUND THE VACANT WOOD 

EOR PREDATOR OF PAIN ENSUED. 

A PIERCING BLOW OF VITAL SORT, 
MAKES WAY TO SEE THE LIGHT. 

KEY TO INTERNAL DESTRUCTION, 
SOON ENTAILS A FINAL FIGHT. 

NOW GASPING, FLEETING, REACHING 
FOR A BREATH UNTOUCHABLE. 
LIFE FLOWING LIKE A RIVER, 
A WOUND UNBI 



SELF-PRESERVATION LINGERS, 

AS THE GAIT TO WALKING TURNS. 

HEAD SWAYING, VISION BLURRED, 

OF LYING DOWN, THE QUESTION BURNS. 

GIVING IN TO TIRED BODY, 

CRASHING DOWN, A LEAF INDENTED. 

ADRENALINE, THE FINAL HOPE, 

AWAKENING A BODY VENTED. 

FEELING HEAVY, EYES SUCCUMB, 
SOON THE BODY FOLLOWS SUIT. 
DEATH SEEMINGLY THE OPTION 
TO A BLOOD IMPACTED ROUTE. 

LIMP, THE BODY HELD IN HANDS, 

DROPS OF BLOOD JOIN JOYFUL TEARS. 

AT THE MEET, CLINKING GLASSES 

FILLED WITH CELEBRATION BEERS. 

AND SO JOY CAN RISE FROM MISERY, 
LONG AS IT COMES FROM OTHER'S PAIN. 
BACK AT THE SCENE, THE BLOO) >Y TRAIL, 
WASHED AWAY WITH WINTER'S REIGN. 






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T^ost S/eeb 

fnet-e s on noui- fnof bosses 
during soft, sRm-Tnm nignts 
ivnen I gi-oiv into o stalk, 
fenOef i/vitn numio Oai-Ro 
A/ly noir- becomes 
bt-own-gi-een i-ivu/ets ot b/onte» 
fvly eyes oi-e not seen in Tne nignf 
[like onee-/usf»-ous bennies 
/oving tne cling of so/ito#-y soillo 
A// my limbs become 
gouzy nusfes, 
my tongue - o /eof ot lilting dtiwelo 

So tender, 

tne open darR 

breotnes its eojo/ing bi-eofn 

thr-ougn the bibes ot nignt, 

ot meo 

ft I /et myse/t be lulled, 

I miss tne settling ot nusn, 

Tne sott o/ignting in this 

greot lung of ivit/e-obennesso 

I ti-y to stoy ub until 

Tne lost hours of doth wilt 

fi-om o full bloomo 

E3y tnen, trig tiny insides become 

sno/low bonds of lufeevcor-m ivotei-, 

touching only Tne onRles of eonseiousnesso 

1st T^ize T^oetry Lexi A„ Be// 

Abington Senior 4-rigrt Scnool 
Mr,, A/bei-t Soy/or 



Cycle -For My Mother 

"I used to bnoiv the moon, 

She told me, crying, 

Hie blue ot her sweater glowing in the fading light of the ottei-- 

noon 

"J knew the tides, the eternal rhythm" 

From aeross the morale counter top 

I watch, from a distance of too many years and tor, little experi- 
ence, 

And feel my own stomach cramp with the capability of fife 
C^hile she recalls the morning she woke 
To find the world had changed 
And time had fled 
Sooner than it should have 
To leave her, 
Abandoned , 

With the whisper ot what could no longer be 
And the lingering memory of blood 
And in the warmth ot that same kitchen 
I bnead life into dough 
And bake good, sweet things 
As it I could make up for her body's omission 

And in the liquid light ot the den 

I am drawn to write 

as if I could take on her sleepless exhaustion 

And every month 

My womb turns with the earth, the moon, the tides, 

As if I could he her redemption 

Uut 

I am not my Mother 

Years ago 

She gave me her body, her blood 

And now, 

f^hen she needs it the most, 

I cannot give her mine 

And while she mourns her loss 

I mr>urn my impotence 

as I con only ivaicn 

as her mid-m€>nth peace, her only warmth in this long winter, 

dissipates with the fleeting rays ot the evening's setting sun 

and she envisions herselt disappearing over the horizon 

with the years that she cannot retrieve 

*2nd T>rize F»oetry Julio Coff 

Germantown Academy 
TeacherS Teeter Drewniany 



Sticks and Stores 

TTiis is a bottle of sTt-engTn ono wits 

and we oi-e tbe inTonTryo 

Line us ub in. rows and columns TnoT tiTo 

A- change ot neoi-T, we jusT wonT To gel treeo 

One by one by one by one« 

lAJords and letters loaded into Tnese yunso 

Enyineei-ecl To imboef, 

toeneTi-oTe 

loee»-oTe 

[ogoinsT ev/ei-ytbing we hate]„ 

/V/lonnents be -fore the decision to tight J 

a sliotgun bulse, wnife knuckles clenenecl Tiynto 

One lost breoln To eoTen precedes the damage To be Ponce 

(AJho will raise the wnile tlag, 

under the red emu? 

^Vs Tne yenet-ol tooinTs and screams" 
bones are shattered, line Tneii- dreamso 
It wos, in an instant, an A.rmageddono 
7A.n0 wiTn every boTTle arises a lesson« 
Becouse we oil know wnoT bullets can do, 
but the truth is" 
ivoj-Oe can kill Tooo 



3rd T~Vize T^oetry Jonn DiT^osquole 

Council T?oek 4-figb Seboof - North 
/V/Uso Uall 



Sfuc/enf of The Gome 

(in Trie style of Aurora (Morales) 



I am a student of the gome, 

a hart/-hitting m/oi-»-ioi- of the gridiron, 

a nuKiTei- nungi-y for victory, driven To dominate and seize yloryo 

I ana a running back, 

a smooth miV of sbeed, bovvee, anei agilityo 

yA. wofkhorse who relies on the strength of himself, as well as his 

teammateso 

I cut with fury" if s The only way I ve ever Known, 

a shot Through my opposition s heart, as I break a long runo 

I am a linebacker© iV/asty bersonifies me best, 

evokes during my tackles, rings through my obbosifion s ears" 

intimidation broves To be the sharbesf arrow/ in my quiver, 

yet sueeess relies on more than frash-f alkingo 

I am the vocal leader ot tne detense, tne one who everyone looks 

toe 

iVof only t/o I embrace the weight, but thrive on ifo 

i am not a bullyo I bush beobfe around, hut my coach rewart/s me 

for it<» 

I am not a baseball blayero I hey hit hart/, but no one brings the 

heat /ike / do a 

I am not a game-Gay blayero I come to b'ay, but my games are won 

in the off-season<» 

I am determined^ Greatness drives me» /Viy work ethic will win 

game So 

I will yet my yloryo 



3rd T^rize ~F*oetru Scott fc>rifton 

Oouneil r?oek (V/orfh f-figh School 
Ivt so Stewart 



DeOfcofory -/Vbb/ieation Ode 
((AJitn abologies To Catullus) 



To wnom do I give this tmisheCl lit tle-woi-b, 

All brooT-reod oiacf corrected \? 

On, fy( niversity, To you, 

-A.nd I ivisn That you may juage 

A/ly triTles To be sometning 

IVnen I, a mere eTucfenT, nave doted 

To recount my Tour years in a Teiv little-bages 

Learnecl, I nobe, anCl laboriouso 

(AJnereTore Tafee To yourselT wnaTever tnis is of a little -w/ork, 

O fvluse oT college aceebtanees, 

(Vlay Tnis ot/e remain more ex/erlasting Tnan on oqeo 



3r</ T-*rize "Poetry fcathrijn -A_ntnony 

Tne iA.»rieriean AcaOemy 
L)ro SVtoron I raver 



/vlesotoof amian GmtT 

V-Vs spiders roll uoivn o dune 
Curled in o eut-ious way 
Ci-eaTing a simtole displau 
ClJnrtlrtu o"f mimicking soon 

As Trees Tloiv -form -from earm 
Groiving in radial style 
Skroucfet/ iviffi globular guile 
Insuring tolenTfTuI birfn 

/\_s a tooTTer spinning cloy 
Angri/y tips nis Oeviee 
Summoning imoges lifee Tnese 
Sees Tne -first n/neel roll away 



3rd ~f~*rize r^oefry Steven +-feilman 

ft/ortb T^enn +4igb Senoo/ 
/Vlrso Stofey 



The Conning Lesson 

IT is my first cooRing lesson, and mg wothec is 
teaching me now To coon t-ieeo Tobe the pot and put in 
Two cubs oT ricco -/Kdd woter To clean it a little© 

I had cited tne practical benefits ot being able To 
prepare real Chinese foodo c>ut in truth, "practicality" 
barely scratches Tne sut-Tace ot u/ng I need To learn now To 
cooko I cannot easily explain tne otnei- reosons To my moth- 
ero I lack the Chinese and she locns The English" this sense 
ot tongue-tied hefp/essness is familiar To us botho M-U 
moTnei- can ask me a question os simple as, (A/hat did you 
do in scnool today o and I find myself unable To answer 
meaningtully with Tne Tew thousand words wnere our vocab- 
ularies overlaps In our disagreement s, we ean nev/er argue 
tairly" no mallei- which language we use, one ot us is com- 
promised^ Over Time, I stripped arguing backo I would let 
mg mother have her sag and quietly reserve the right To 
agree or disagree for mgself, wanting To eliminate truitless 
eontrontationo 

there was more peace between us, but I bought it at 
the price ot und erst and ing a Tne reticence spread begond the 
realm ot our disputes** It was easy and gradual and created 
no awkwardness, like a cancer that develops without paino I 
realized that I had to penetrate the layers ot silenceo rood 
is the only area in which I know more Chinese than 
Eng/ish, so F have started by asking Tor cooking lessonso 

I pour out the cloudy water after the cleaning ot the 
rice is finishedo /vty mother gives me instructions to lag mg 
palm flat against the rice and run water into the pot until 
mg knuckles are submergedo I look at mg hand with a slight 
twinge ot shame, what I always teel when I note the 
absence ot ealluses, which is so unlike mg mother s hands© 

tree ealluses speak silently to me ot her sacrificeso I 
think ot her decision to relinquish career, friends, and 
extended familg to stag in the CtoSo A/ly mother's sacri- 
fices often lead her to act with an air ot serf-righteousness, 
another reason why I had trouble arguing back in our dis- 
agreementso She would automatically stand herself on a 
higher plane by virtue ot all she had done for mg sakeo 

-A.S I enjoy the blessings that were denied to her gen- 
eration and her mother s generation, the overwhelming feel- 
ing I have is one ot uneasy gratitudeo I wonder if mg 
mother has a degree ot possession over my dreams because 
ot what she has given up to make the in possible o She has 
told me that she does not expect me to care tor her in the 
Confucian way when she is oldo c£ut although she proudly 



soys that she has adapted to the "American" way of fhink- 
ing and that sne simply m/oj-iTs me to lie dabby, I know if is 
not enough to aonie\/e success Toe myse/fo I tnust figui-e out 
my own way to gix/e to net-, just as I must figui-e out my 
own way to sbeatt to het-o I wiff give and i-eeeive, sbeofe and 
listen, cook and eato 

I place tne lie/ over tne e/ecft-ie rice bof ancf f/ib fjie 
switeho Tne first lesson is ovei-a I nove only begun to c/is- 
cover now mucn there is to learno 



1st f-Vize rVose Yunvue .X u 

CVissaniefeon f-figk School 
/vl ceo Boi-Ijoi-o Speeee 



rfoving a mind -tot- language, I have never been able to truly 
appreciate the entire significance of matho I can lovingly 
beonounee all Tne noi-monious letters ot Tne alphabet, but 
even my most gifted naofn teachers eannot t-eeite all ot fheir 
discordant numbers*, FuftneHnore, it they have such an 
endless bounty ot nuwbei-s at their disposal, why must tney 
greedily reach into my prized letters* Clndersfanding my 
inclinations, you ean imagine my surprise when I discovered 
my new best triend in mofn elasso 14/e a»« even on a first 
name basis«> I just call him Pio rre is a Gi-eefe symbol 
representing a never-encling numbei-o r*i is a moufh-wafer- 
ing temptation to my blooming mathematical minda It 
comes in so many varietiesS apple, eherry, ehoeolateo /t^ore 
importantly, there are tne reasons we love ancl need r*i so 
very muehS circumference, diameter, area, sine, eosine out! Tne 
list keeps yoing» 

K*i ana I are tne perfect example ot opposifes 
attracto" I am the t/uttering butterfly of -flowing analysis 
while he is tne uptight drill sergeant ot exactness© I might 
nonehafant/y inform T*i that he is simply "about 3' ant/ be 
would iire back "/V/o, I am 3A 4 159265„„o" My iwmc- 
diate reaction to a nutnber carried out to a decimal place to 
which no mathematician has a name was "frustrationo 
M. at hem at i dans call this "infinity" and nave a sideways 
nurnber eight to represent this abstract idea, but I eouldn t 
see tne purpose ot a decimal blaee in the billionth eolumn 
anf/ beyondo / would rind it more appropriate to go ahead 
anCi cut r*i s decimals ott atter about f hirfy<» 

fylbon -further reflection, however, I began to see a 
possible validation in r*i s perfectionism© I arte tne elegant 
and simple nursery rhyme Sing a Song of Sixpences I he 

third and -fourth lines, "Four and twenty blackbirds/ esaked 
in a pie," cause my fiterary head to assume an underlying 
symbofism about birds and pasfryo To a mathematician 
(who certainly would nave said twenty-Tour black birds 
thereby destroying the beautiful rhythm of the poem I, this 
seemingfy innocent children's story is a frustrating math 
brobfem*, To the mathematician, tne question is proposed, 
"how did tine baker know how big to mahe the circumference 
of the pie in order to tit twenty-four birds inside . Ihis 

is an extremely important question considering tne conse- 
quences of getting the circumference wrong© 14/haf if only 
three and twenty blackbirds were able to fit in tne pie- 
ft/loreover, what it it happened that twenty-three and a halt 
birds tit in the pie, or perhaps just a wing, whieh is what 
led to the maid getting her nose snapped ott as set forth 



in the lines "The** come a little blackbird- A nd snapped (At 
[the maid s] noseo it I were that bird whose wing was in 
the pie, I would peck ot the maid's nose foo<> 

(Vl y mofnemoTiVol suber-hero triend, T-*i ( solved this 
essential broblenno rre set owl m his precise ivoy ot 
-JoI4 i£>vJ^c»5oooonCl joined To»-cet/ with his bal, Diomefcro 
together they eonquereel l^ireum-fet-enee and guaranteed the 
space Tof thee baker's twenty-tour birt/sl /V/Tore impr>rtant is 
The issue ot the area ot the bieo (4/oufe/ there be o moss 
bile ot blaekbirf/ on fob ot blackbird, or wou/c/ on ev/en/y 
spaced nut approach be mitre etticienf? Once again, c/uty 
called, and T~*i set out with his colleague T^adius to tind the 
optimal arrangement ot the blackbird pie most iitting to be 
served To Tne rCingo 

As my inTofuoTion with "F*i continued, I began to 
wonder, ant I truly enamored with r*i and his exact method- 
ical approach towards the meaning ot lite*7 I telt a certain 
comtort with Tne -flowery world ot language and ivos not 
sure it I was readg to join "forces with these precise tef/ows 
who are so limited To Tne applications in which theg are 
exact o In time, I began To realize that there is room tor ~Pi 
land Diameter, riadius, Circumterence, and -A.real in my 
ivorltlo IVow, instead ot looking at the sun as a mere lumi- 
nous, potent, sizzling, gellow orb that hr>lds the bower to 
breathe lite onto the earth, I can also see it as a magniti- 
cent r2.o 



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